*John POV*
I wake up suddenly, instantly alert when Sherlock yells again.
"Hey, wake up. Come on, you're alright."
I shake Sherlocks arm, trying to wake him up.
"Get...get off of me!"
I step back, watching fearfully as Sherlock struggles against something unseen by me, another nightmare.
"Sherlock, wake up."
He slowly calms down, eyes flying open as he falls off of my bed and onto the cold hardwood of our room.
"Sherlock? Are you alright?"
"Fuck off."
His words lack the usual venom, voice cracking as if he is close to tears.
"Do you need-"
"No, I dont want or need your help."
"Sherlock wait..."
He leaves the room quickly, forgetting his coat and shoes. I curse, jumping up off the floor and running down the corridor to find him. Sherlock is already gone, corridor empty and silent. I run down to Greg's room, remembering that Sherlocks brother rooms with him, and knock softly on the door. It opens slowly, a half dressed boy poking his head into the corridor.
"Greg, I think he's one of yours."
"Which one?"
"Not sure, I havent seen him before."
"I'm John."
"Its John."
"Let him in, just give me a second."
About a minite later, the taller boy opens the door, pulling me inside.
"Hey John. This is Mycroft."
I turn, wincing as the older boy studies me, similarly to the way Sherlock does, before he speaks.
"So you're the one rooming with my brother?"
"With Sherlock, yes."
"How is he?"
"I...Errmm..actually came to find you."
He stops moving for a moment, staring at me in shock before he composes himself.
"What has he done this time?"
"He's gone."
"Gone where?"
"I dont know. I woke him up because he was yelling in his sleep, and he got up and left when I tried to check on him. Didn't grab his coat or trainers though, so I came to see if you could go get him."
"Fucking hell! Greg, get the laptops loaded please."
Greg nods, rolling out of his bed and turning on the laptops that are on the desk. The screens light up, showing a few street grids and one is covered in long lines of text. A red dot is blinking on one screen, something that Greg points out instantly.
"Myc, look."
Mycroft turns away from me, cursing loudly when he sees the screens.
"I thought he broke it off."
"He did, they're only together when...Fucking hell, we need to go now. John, I'm going back to your room with you."
"What for?"
"I need to see what he's using."
"Yeah, sure."
Greg stands, passing Mycroft a shirt off of his bed. Mycroft pulls it on, kissing Greg lightly before he leaves. I look at Greg in shock, he never said they were dating. He winks at me, shoving me out the door.
"Go help him find Sherlock. Be careful, and make sure Myc doesnt kill anyone."
I chuckle softly, quickly turning serious when I realize Greg isnt joking.
"Dont let him go off on his own once you find Sherlock. I am the only reason Jim is still alive."
"Alright. We'll bring Sherlock back as soon as we can."
"Good luck."
"Thanks."
